Surprise, Surprise

I’ve been seeing this guy for a few weeks now and it’s stayed real PG-13 so far. There’s been a lot of making out and over the clothes heavy petting, but that’s it. My vibrator has been my best friend as of late. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if I’m not putting out all the signals for him to take my clothes off… because I am. Honestly, tonight may be the last time I go out with this guy. I know that may seem ridiculous, but a girl has needs.

While I’m getting ready for our (possibly last) date tonight, I decide that I’m pulling out all the stops. It’s make it or break it time. My hair and makeup are flawless, my dress is the perfect amount of tight showing off all my curves, the heels I’ve chosen scream “fuck me”. If this doesn’t work then I’m just going to assume he’s been cursed with a micro-penis and I’m done. Sorry, not sorry.

Checking myself out in the mirror I glance at the clock and notice that I still have about 20 minutes before he’s due to pick me up. To his credit, he’s very punctual. Being the evolved woman that I am, I figure I should set myself up for success instead of another night of unfulfilled frustration, and decide to get myself off before he shows up. It’s the polite thing to do, right? Take some of the pressure off, wink wink! I sashay my naughty self-righteous ass back to my bedroom and grab my favorite toy out of the nightstand. Without bothering to take anything off, I lay on the bed with my head almost off the edge so I can throw my hair over the side (have to keep it looking like it was just done, obviously). I pull my dress up to my waist and panties down so they’re caught around one ankle, and then warm my toy up between my hands before guiding it inside of myself. I turn the vibrator on and that oh so welcome feeling thrums through me, instantly making my pussy throb in anticipation. It doesn’t take long to cum, it never does with this thing, but I guess I was more lost in my imagination than I realized, because as I’m pulling out the toy, I hear, “well… that was quick”.

I startle and shoot up into a sitting position while trying to pull my dress back into place, completely forgetting that my panties are still around one of my ankles. He smiles from the doorframe that he’s so casually leaning against, like this is normal, but I’m so shocked at what’s happening that my brain has stopped working and I can’t think of a thing to say, or do. He says, “I was a little early, and the door was unlocked, figured you’d done that on purpose. Now I’m hoping you did”. I still can’t come up with anything to say as he prowls (yes, like a predatory cat) around my bed, closest to my ankle with the panties dangling off of them. “May I?”, he says, as he points to my ankle, and this seemingly very vanilla man takes my panties off from around my heel and drops them to the floor. I finally manage to find my voice and say, “you’re early”. He looks at me with almost mocking amusement and says, “lucky me”. I blush, deeply. This can’t be the same man who stops my hands every time I’ve tried to take his pants off during a make out session. Catching me even further off guard, he says, “Before this goes any further, I think it’s time I show you something”. Not that he didn’t have my attention before, but now I’m hyper focused on the fact that he’s taking a calming breath as he undoes his pants. I’m so intrigued that all I can do is watch as he all but flops onto my bed with an audible thud. I’m no mathematician, but I’ve seen enough dick in my life to know this shouldn’t be possible. No wonder he hasn’t let me touch him yet. Any sane, rational woman would run for the hills, but I’ve never been all that sane… I gasp and my hand flies to my mouth to suppress the nervous laugh bubbling up inside me. He says, “that’s a new reaction”. “I’m sorry”, I say, “I’m not laughing at you, it’s just a giant surprise”. His answering smile is warm but cautious as he puts himself away and sits down on the edge of the bed, facing me. I say, “wait, why’d you put it away, that thing needs to be on display in a museum!”. He laughs and says “I figured you’d at least want to discuss what options we have as far as a sexual relationship goes, now that you know what awaits you”. A wicked grin spreads across my face as I crawl over to him, taking his face in my hands, and tell him that I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, even if it’s life threatening. He looks me in the eyes for a split second longer before kissing me so deeply I’m not sure I’ve ever actually been kissed before. My sharp inhale of surprise, mixing with his deep moan of relief, may be the headiest combination I’ve ever experienced. The noise sends tingles all the way through my body, pooling at the bundle of nerves throbbing between my legs. I feel his hands grip the backs of my thighs and pull me down so I’m suddenly flat on my back. He says, “as tantalizing as these heels are, I’d prefer not to be impaled tonight”. I laugh as he undoes each strap and lets them fall to the floor. He stands and removes the dress shirt he’s wearing, revealing a mass of muscle I was not entirely expecting. With hands on his hips he says, “so this is how this is going to work… I will fuck you, as much as your body allows. If it’s too much for you or I feel like you’re not enjoying it at any point, I will stop. No questions asked”. I scoff and open my mouth to say something utterly sarcastic but he gives me a pointed look that I immediately stop. He says, “those are my rules. Either you agree with them and we see what you can handle, without that smart mouth of yours, or I get dressed and we part ways amicably”. I swallow, hard, and agree. He says “good, I can’t wait to see how full you look with me buried inside of you”. (Um, what!?)

 He tells me to stand up, so I get off of the bed and he says, “as gorgeous as this dress is, it’s now in my way. Raise your arms above your head”. I don’t know where this man was hiding these past few weeks, but damn, hello sir! I’m naked in the blink of an eye and so is he. We gaze at each other for a long moment, appreciating each other’s bodies, before he wraps an arm around my waist and kisses me again before lifting me up and settling us both back on the bed. He's laid just off to my side with one leg between mine, pushing them apart. He pulls back and runs a hand from my throat, down between my breasts, skimming over my hardened nipples until he’s cupping my pussy. I watch his eyes dilate when he feels the heat coming from me. He starts rubbing slow, lazy circles over my clit, causing my body to jerk and my back to arch, craving more of his touch. Never taking his eyes from my face, or relenting with his thumb, he shifts his hand slightly so that he can slide a long finger inside of me. The ensuing groan from him is like fire to my soul. It’s not long before I beg him to fuck me, but he doesn’t let up with his fingers while I’m riding his hand. He lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over me. I’m begging in earnest now and I’m not sure for what, exactly. All of it I suppose. He releases me from his mouth but still hasn’t stopped fucking me with his finger as he moves between my legs, only then does he relent in the glorious torture. He looks at me and tells me he’s going to go slow as I feel him pressing against my aching center. He pauses only momentarily before he starts to work his head inside of me. The pressure is like nothing I’ve experienced before, and he tells me to take a deep breath. When I do, he pushes his head into me and I nearly lose all of the air in my lungs. The shock of pain and pleasure mixing together is so unexpected, and I want more. He must have read that on my face because he continues to inch inside of me, giving me time to get used to every bit of him. It’s a different sort of torture but I’m also thankful he didn’t just slam it home. Half of his dick is inside of me when he tells me to look, so I do, and he starts to move again and I can see him in my belly. Literally see him moving inside of me and I fucking lose my mind. It’s one of the sexiest and filthiest sights I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how long I watch him moving in me, but when I look up at him, he’s smiling and I can’t help but laugh, and with the way he’s situated in me it sends shock waves through my body, making me squirm against him. He tells me that if I keep on like that he’s going to lose control. My insane ass decides to meet his next movement with my own, causing him to still and then pull out to the tip and slide the full length of himself in me. I stop breathing and want to cum all at the same time, and when he sees my reaction, he does it again. All the way out and back in, stimulating my clit in the same motion. I ask him to do it again and tell him I’m close, so he does it again. And again. And on the next stroke I cum hard around his dick. He fucks me through my orgasm and into his own with a shuddering breath. Still inside of me, he takes a second to collect himself before he starts to pull out. I wince as he exits and I know I’m going to be feeling him whenever I move for the next few days. It makes me giggle, and when he asks me what’s so funny, I tell him, and also that I was going to end things tonight because I thought he was a prude. He rolls his eyes and asks me what I want on my pizza, to which I respond that that was a weird transition. He looks at me with that predatory gaze again and says, “well, I owe you dinner… and I know you don’t want to walk right now”. I start to protest and move to get off the bed, but he’s right, I’m almost too sore to move… he laughs and teases me as he grabs his phone from the floor.

Pizza it is.